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[Title:] "Trials"
[Author:] kyatto
[Series:] Avatar
[Pairing:] Zuko/Katara
[Rating:] NC-17
[Warnings:] No spoilers really. Warning for Non-Con though.
[Summary:] (Set five years in the future.) Fire Lord Zuko has everything he's ever wanted...except for a certain dreamy Waterbender. (Hope you all like! My first M/F ATLA fic.)
Trials
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Disclaimer: I own nothing in “Avatar: The Last Airbender” nor do I make money from writing this.
Warnings: Non-Con/Rape, Graphic sex
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Zuko/Katara
Notes: Took a bit to write. By request by a friend on a forum board. Hope you all enjoy!
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Trials
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How could this have happened? Why did this happen? Why did she have to be here? Katara finally awoke to find herself in shackles, chained to some sort of makeshift bed. The room was dark, save for a few candles that allowed her to see as far as about three meters in front of her and the thin strip of light along the bottom of the closed door. She could hear footsteps and voices outside, but none of them stopped by the room she was in. Groaning at the sudden burst of pain in her lover ribcage where she had been beaten and burned in an earlier fight, she tested the slack of her restraints and found they did not let her go all that far. With a sigh, she leaned back against the wall. She had been so close to warding off Zuko’s pack of Firebending soldiers, but one of the stronger ones got a very swift move in and hit her so hard her world went black. That’s the last thing she could remember before awakening in…this place.
Things should’ve gotten better after Ozai had been defeated and Azula run out. She was so certain Zuko had redeemed himself and would’ve made for an excellent Fire Lord. Apparently, she and her friends had all been wrong. Sure, he was indeed better than Ozai, but he still had his own subtle ruthlessness about him she found despicable. Seeking resources, he had the Northern Water Tribe raided. That’s where Katara had been when she had been attacked and captured. Trying to defend her sister tribe and protect her family. Sokka was doing the same but now she could only wonder about where he went and pray for his safety. After she had been defeated they took her away. She still had no idea what exactly they came there for and she may never know. Especially if she never got away from this horrible place…The room had a rotten smell to it. Part of which she could hardly make out. It smelled like smoldering fires, dead bodies, and another rather musky scent she couldn’t quite determine…All she knew was that it made her sick to her stomach.
A few years had passed since she had joined Aang and learned Zuko’s name. After Zuko took over rule of the Fire Nation she hardly ever heard word from him again. Maybe that had been for the better. The last time she saw him was when he was about to face his father and she had given him encouragement along with Aang. She never knew exactly who it was who took Ozai down, for she had been guarding the room from the outside along with Sokka. After the fight she hadn’t heard from Iroh, who had been there, or Toph. Perhaps not even they knew? After the fight Aang had suffered from severe burns so she had taken him back to the North Pole for some proper healing. After Zuko took rule and he had healed he went off to the Air Temples, hoping to find anything in regards to his people. She had stayed to help her brother rebuild and recover after the hundred year long war. However, she never saw Zuko again.
Now here she was, obviously somewhere in the Fire Nation. The ship that took her had been on Zuko’s command. Obviously he wanted something from her, but what? Why her of all people? And why…the constraints? It was like she was being held prisoner. Maybe she was, she didn’t exactly know. Suddenly, she heard a rather loud voice outside her door and a softer, more feminine one. It was like a husband and wife having a conversation. She listened closely. The female…sounded awfully familiar. Dark, but delicate at the same time... Mai? The male voice…had some sort of lisp to it…Wait, Zuko! It had to be! She scooted back as far as she could go. Was he coming for her? What on earth….Suddenly, the door unlocked and creaked open.
“Wait for me in my chambers, dearest,” It was definitely Zuko, but his voice had lowered slightly with age and had a bit of gruffness to it. “I’ll be there shortly.” There were sounds of heated kissing before the door opened up more and Zuko stepped in.
Katara blinked a few times, trying to get used to the sudden burst of light that came in through the open door. There was a sound of snapping fingers and suddenly several torches were lit. Squinting, she could see Zuko come towards her. He was a lot different from when she last saw him. Save for the armor he was wearing the dark robes of the Fire Lord, the flame insignia crown perched atop his head. His hair had grown out some since then as well, tied in a loose ponytail that fell just passed his shoulders. Clear as it ever had been, was the scar over his eye that his father had inflicted upon him so many years ago. He was definitely older and kind of made her look down upon herself. She really hadn’t changed much over the years, except maybe grow taller a bit and some part of her body became more defined. Her curves of womanhood definitely stood out now, considering all she was wearing was the wrap over her chest and one around her waist. She brought her knees as close to her chest as she could to try to cover the fact she was almost naked. When Zuko was barely a meter from her she could see he was mildly amused by her display.
“Well, if it isn’t the Water Tribe peasant girl,” his voice had an airy chuckle to it, “Katara.”
“Hello Zuko,” she glowered. “What do you want?”
“So quick to cut to the chase already I see,” Zuko scoffed. “Very well, I’m sure you’re curious as to why I had them bring you here.”
“Very.”
“You see,” he began, pacing around her. “Lately I’ve been having rather peculiar dreams…Oddly enough; they all seem to revolve around…” He then leaned in close so his face was mere centimeters from hers. “You.”
She blinked a few times, mildly surprised. “…Me?”
“Yes,” Zuko nodded. “Strange isn’t it? And they’re far from timid or cheery. No, they have you in rather interesting situations….All of which involve me pleasuring you in some form.”
“Glad you to know you still have your hormonal teenaged fantasies,” she smirked playfully. “However, kindly separate them from reality. I have a guy I like and I’d much rather be with him than be stuck here as your plaything.”
“Quite the contraire, for I do not intend to keep you,” he waved her off. “I just need you for a night or two to…sort things out. I have a loving wife to fulfill my desires thank you very much.”
“Then go ‘sort things out’ with her and set me free!” Katara demanded, glaring at him and struggling in her restraints.
“Can’t do that just yet, I’m afraid,” Zuko shook his head and gave her a rather smug smirk. “Do not worry Katara, I’ll send you back home once I’m satisfied…”
“Don’t touch me!” she snapped and attempted to knee him when he got too close for comfort.
Sighing, the Fire Lord crawled up along her body on the bed rather much like a panther would when stalking its prey. “Can’t do that either…” he then began tugging at the wrap covering her chest, ignoring the loud hiss she made when his hands brushed against her injured ribs.
Katara panicked, looking around, smelling, and feeling for any signs of water in the room. There were none, the room was unbelievably dry. Concentrating hard, she tried bending the water in his body in an attempt to throw him off. Her feeble try was met with a scorching burn to her chest.
“Don’t even think about it…” his voice was a low growl and before she could object, his lips forcefully crashed hard against hers.
Tears welled up in her eyes but she refused to let them fall as she felt his lips against hers. How could she let this happen? Why was she letting him touch her? If it weren’t for being chained up she could so easily fight back and run away…Oh, where was Toph when she needed her most! She knew she was such a strong young woman…How on earth could she be so weak as to allow him to force himself on her like this? Why did she have to bend to his will and allow him to kiss her, to even lay a hand on her body? It pained her on the inside just how weak and pathetic she felt and finally let a few tears flow down her cheeks. Even though he tried to pry her mouth open to force his tongue in, she kept it clamped shut tight. There was no way she’d allow him the privilege of kissing her in such a fashion. No way. That was something for a lover, not a demon Fire Lord.
“Katara…” he said in a low tone against her lips, his hands heating up against her skin once more.
As her response, she still kept her mouth closed and her eyes shut tight. Katara kept her body very still, not allowing a muscle to twitch so that he got no satisfaction from her body reacting. Realizing that going slow and gentle was not going to get him anything, he placed his hand on her injury and focused a great deal of heat on it. Her scream of agony echoed in the room and he used that moment to force his tongue in her mouth. Her whimpers muffled, she crept her own tongue back as far in her mouth as she could get it, darting it back and forth whenever his got too close. She would not allow him pleasure, nor would she enjoy this. Getting a bit irritated with her behavior, he tore off the wrap covering her breasts and squeezed her left one tightly. Gasping, she barely noticed when she felt his tongue seek hers out and flick across it. Even more tears were streaming down her cheeks; she had never felt such pain in her life. She felt upset, humiliated, violated, and terrified. It was horrible.
“Don’t be so frightened Katara,” he whispered darkly when he removed his tongue from her mouth. “I’m not trying to hurt you…If you comply willingly you’ll be fine…”
“I’ll never allow you to do such vile things to me,” she snapped, arching her body away from him. “The only way you’ll get any such pleasure from my body would be to force it out of me.”
“Then I will,” Zuko replied, trailing his fingers up and down her stomach.
“When Aang finds out he’ll…he’ll…” Katara glowered at him.
Zuko smirked, was he also chuckling? “He’ll do what? Hurt me? Kill me? Take me down like my father? I think not.”
“What makes you so sure?” she lowered her eyes.
“For he is already mine,” he smiled curtly. “He’s in a cell of his own not far from here. Yes, he’s been mine for quite some time now. And I must admit, he’s always been a lot more willing to put out. Such a good boy…”
“You lie,” she snarled bitterly, trying to kick at him. “Aang would never give in to you.”
“Oh but he has,” Zuko grinned deviously, running his fingers along her collarbone. “He gives in to me whenever I need him. He looks so beautiful when he bends in so many different ways for me.”
“What…” her eyes widened. “You monster! What have you done to him? How could you?”
“Would you rather I just killed him?” pinning her shoulders back, he straddled her. “Now be a dear and just give in to me like he has…Or else I might just be tempted to kill you as well.”
“Never!” Katara hissed, arching her hips as an attempt to throw him off. “I don’t want you laying your filthy hands on me!”
“Suit yourself, wench…” His palm heated up and he placed it on her neck, a loud sizzling hiss ringing in her ears as he singed her bare flesh.
Her scream could be heard even down the hall, her body flailing as much as possible in her tight constraints. Relishing in his victory, Zuko leaned forward to take her lips in a fiery kiss. Whimpering into his mouth, wincing at the burning pain, she struggled beneath him. It hurt too much to fight…She gave in. She had to. Losing all conscious feeling, she parted her lips to allow him to deepen the kiss if he wished, closing her eyes. Pleased by this, Zuko slipped his tongue passed her lips, exploring the heat of her mouth. She cried out, trembling, really wanting nothing more than to break free of her restraints and run away. He could definitely sense this, for he gripped onto her tightly, continuing to roll his tongue over hers. As he kissed her one of her eyes fluttered open, squirming a bit due to the tightness of the cuff around her hand she managed to thread her fingers in his hair, trying to pull him away, but only managed to succeed in pulling the tie out of his hair instead. His ponytail fell loose, his dark hair falling forward to frame his face. Defeated, she let her body relax and concentrated on the only emotion she knew would work…apathy. To not feel would be her only escape.
“I’m sure you’re curious about these dreams…” Zuko whispered darkly when he removed his mouth from hers once more. His hands pinned on either side of her body, he loomed over her. “Aren’t you?”
Her eyes opened and were met by his fiery gaze. “I’m not sure…I’d want to know…”
“Very well,” he lowered himself to kiss along her neck. “Some secrets are better off kept to oneself.”
“Just as some fantasies are better off left in one’s dreams,” she snapped, turning her head away so she wouldn’t have to watch him.
“Foolish girl,” he bit down hard at her throat, causing her to gasp loudly. “Your mocking is such a feeble defense you might as well keep silent.”
Closing her eyes, she felt her body sink into the fabric of the makeshift bed beneath her. Katara could feel him heatedly tonguing at her neck, his hands trailing across her torso to cup her breasts. She bit her lip hard, nearly drawing blood, to keep herself from crying out. Through all this she would not feel any pleasure nor give him any satisfaction. That was her final decision. As he positioned himself in such a way to give her an opening, she brought her knee up and jabbed him in the ribs with it. He fell off her to one side, peering at her with a shocked expression for a moment. Much like a carnivorous beast when its prey had a temporary upper hand, he pounced on her with more ferocity than before. His hand snaked around the back of her head to grip harshly at her braid. With one swift move she pulled the tie out and it fell in waves around her. Her opens opened once more, and she looked up to find him glaring down at her with an expression she had never seen before. His eyes had a darkness to them, possessed an unheard of evil. They burned with rage, hate, and yet glowed with lust and desire. She didn’t want him looking at her like that, or like any way at all. Her eyes burned with more tears forming as she gave him a pleading look, begging with her eyes for him to back off. However, he did not comply.
Instead he leaned back slightly, sitting up on his knees. He untied the wrap that held his robe in place and allowed it to fall off his shoulders and slide back onto the edge of the bed. With a smirk, Zuko brushed his hair back with his hand, allowing her full view of his upper body. Feigning curiosity for his sake, she sat up on her elbows and peered at him. His chest and back were already glistening with sweat. It pleased her greatly to see several different scars marring his pale flesh, both on the front and back of him. Some of them even looked like they were caused by attacks made by an Airbender, which gave her the satisfaction of knowing that Zuko did not take Aang down easily. He at least put up a good fight before bending to Zuko’s will. So if he could fight with all he had, so would she. Tentatively, she brought up a hand to trail along a rather long scar that went across his chest. He smiled as she did so, thinking she was doing this because she found him attractive, not because she was reveling in the knowledge of who gave him that particular scar. She sat up a bit more and brought both her hands to his chest, running them up and down. Gingerly, a scheming look hinted by an unscrupulous grin that spread across her lips, she took to both of his nipples and gave them a tight squeeze. All in the hopes of causing him great enough pain to make him get the hint. Instead, and to much surprise, he responded quite differently. Rather than crying out in pain and pushing her away, he grabbed her and brought her closer, pressing his lips against hers. Stunned for a moment, she paused all activity. Deftly, she tried again, even harder giving them a slight twist. Even though he did groan and gasp in pain, he continued trying to kiss her, obviously taking pleasure from such ministrations. Very much disgusted by this display, her hands pulled back like he had burst into flames and she sat there perfectly still. How on earth could she fight him off if he even took pleasure from pain?
Zuko’s hands lowered to cup her breasts once more. Gently he squeezed them, brushing his thumbs over her nipples several times trying to get them to perk. She gasped softly, writhing a bit, the cuffs binding her wrists and ankles digging into her skin, for there was little slack left to them. He took that moment to brush his tongue over her bottom lip and then pulled back to look at her. Even though she wasn’t willingly putting out for him, he thought she looked incredibly sexy. Her tan body was beading with sweat from the heated room, her eyes were wide and her pupils dilated. The way her dark brown hair flowed down her back and over her shoulders made her look like one of those legendary siren-like vixens he had read about in the forbidden scrolls during his earlier teen years. And to think this work of art was all his now…He continued fondling her breasts, squeezing them and rubbing her nipples. After a moment he brought his head down to her neck to trail warm kisses from her ear to her collarbone. Shivering with how uncomfortable the situation was, and the burning arousal heating up in the pit of her stomach she clung onto him for dear life, her nails digging into his back. Relishing at the thought of her actually touching him, he let one hand fall back so he could replace it with his mouth. His tongue flicked across her nipple as he leaned her back until she was flat against the bed once more. He nipped and suckled at the swelling nub as he continued working her other breast with his hand. In turn she squirmed and writhed beneath him, her mouth opening and closing for silent cries. Why was she enjoying it? It was torture! It shouldn’t be feeling good at all!
Propping himself up, his right hand ghosted down her torso and stomach before coming to rest on the wrap that covered her lower area. Swiftly he tugged at it until it pulled off her and tossed it aside. With a mere glance he took in the beauty that was her full naked form, spread wanton beneath him. His hand then went to the patch of curls that drew attention to her sex and tugged at the soft hairs gently. Katara gasped, wriggling her hips, clawing at his back to get him to stop. Sensing she was about to fight him once more, with his free hand he continued to prop himself up by forcing his weight onto her by pinning her shoulder down. Now resting slightly off to the side of her, he continued running his fingers through the dark hairs then let his fingers journey lower, brushing over the edge of her folds. Shivering, her face making all sorts of incoherent expressions as he touched her, she couldn’t think of what to do about it. Her conscience made it feel wrong but her body told her it felt good. It was pleasurable to her hormones and her body, but torture to her mind and spirit. She couldn’t decide what to make of the situation and only continued to wriggle and squirm. Smirking, he slid a finger in between her soft folds and then another, spreading them to part her. Katara finally cried out, her hips thrusting and then she bit her lip again to silence herself. This pleased Zuko for he plunged his fingers in deeper and brushed one gently against her clit. She could feel the heat welling up between her legs and the dampness that came along with it. Her emotions and desires started battling deep within her conscience. Part of her wanted him to stop, it was wrong, she didn’t want it. The bit controlled by her hormones and more carnal desires was telling her otherwise. Another few tears fell from her eyes as she writhed, not knowing what to do.
He continued to watch her, struggling against the chains that bound her to the bed, her face clearly showing her conflicting emotions. Rather pleased, he leaned in to nibble along her neck and then trail soft kisses between her breasts and down her stomach. She made a few soft noises and he could feel her shiver against his lips. With a devious smile, his lips trailed lower, his one arm now straining from trying to remain pinned to her shoulder. To balance himself he brought a knee up as he went farther down along her body. Katara squeaked in fear and anticipation when she felt his lips brush against the soft bed of curls near her entrance. His breath puffed against her and she shuddered from the warmth. At that moment his fingers plunged into her, feeling her tight dampness. She cried out and gritted her teeth, flailing slightly. Zuko sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth with a low his as he felt her nails rake down his arm and her knee jab into his hip. He knew it was just her reacting to something entering her but he still felt a bit of pain and figured her nails would definitely leave scratch marks. Choosing to ignore the fact his arm was now stinging he lowered his head even more so he now breathed against her slick folds. His arm shaking from being stretched to the limit and had to let go and instead chose to press it down on her pelvis instead. Her breath hitched in her throat when she felt sudden puffs of warmth against her private area and she thrashed a bit, both from pleasure and the fact she obviously still didn’t want this. There was no longer any use fighting him, she knew. He was going to win anyway…and have his way with her. With a defeated sigh she fell limp and waited for his next taunt to her body.
To her surprise, he pulled back briefly to adjust himself. In a moment he settled himself between her legs and spread them far apart. She peered at him through one open eye, clinging to the sheets, shaking with fear even still. He then hastily abandoned his boots and resumed holding her hips down as he brought his mouth back to her warmth. The metal chains clanged as she struggled against them trying to squirm away from him. Why did such torture have to feel good? His fingers entered her once more and she cried out, jabbing him in the side again with her knee. Glaring at her, he let his tongue slip into her warmth and bit down sharply on her clit. Words could not describe the scream that came out of her then and she bit her lip hard enough to leave a wound. Finding that to be proper punishment he flicked his tongue against her clit, tasting her. All while his mouth worked wonders he continued thrusting his fingers deep inside her, stretching her out enough to welcome a future intruder. Her cries came out in gasps and mewls, her body shaking and writhing. The heat in her lower belly grew warmer as the pain he caused turned to pleasure. She felt so violated and guilty, like the spirits were punishing her for some mysterious crime. What had she done to deserve this? And why on earth did it have to be so damn pleasuring?
Her taste…Her smell…All of which were so intoxicating. Zuko couldn’t believe he was doing these things to her. Feeling her shiver and squirm, the tight warmth of her around his fingers. Her virginity was very much apparent and it only pleased him more to know that he’d be her first. His tongue lapped at her clitoris like a dog with a bowl of water after not drinking for days. She cried out, clawing at the sheets. The Lord’s face flushed for a moment when he felt a wetness around his fingers and he knew he was finally arousing her. Feeling a bit more confident he took her clit between his teeth and nipped at it lightly, all while thrusting his fingers deep within her. Again, Katara made erotic little noises, the feelings so new to her. Why oh why did his ministrations have to feel good? Why did her body have to enjoy it? He was practically raping her! She shouldn’t be giving in! But spirits be damned if it didn’t feel so wonderful…He seemed to know just the right spots to hit. It was the strangest thing she had ever felt, but even still she started to enjoy it immensely. If only it wasn’t someone she absolutely loathed doing it to her and it would’ve been perfect.
Zuko took his mouth away from her sex for a moment to trail heated kisses up her thigh. She gasped and made a sound almost like a purr. Such a sound surprised her for she didn’t know she was capable of making it. When he reached the crevice between her thigh and womanhood he took that sensitive line of flesh and bit it. Her breath hitched in her throat and she arched her back. A soft moan came from her and she shuddered. He did it again, getting another such noise from her. The excitement from such reactions went straight to his groin, making his arousal stir even more. Slowly, he trailed his tongue up and down along her leg then flicked it at her sex once more. Again and again his mouth performed wonders in such a sensitive area, giving her pleasure only thrilling him even more. His erection grew harder confined in his trousers, almost painfully hard. Panting, he pulled back and sat up slightly. As quickly as he could he undid the ties of his trousers and slid them off, revealing the fact he wore nothing underneath. Glancing up, Katara couldn’t help but blush at his rather prominent erection. Was that really…just for her? Because of her? Another shiver traveled up her spine at the thought that even after all the hassle she still brought that upon him. The knowledge that she had such power over men, even her worst enemies, excited her in a way. Part of her thrilled at the wondering of just what he was going to do with it, now that he had her. Didn’t hurt to be curious, right? Still wouldn’t be her fault…?
Sensing her apprehension, after kicking his pants off he crawled up her body and kissed along her jaw. She sighed and tilted her head, meeting his lips with her won. This came as a surprise to Zuko, for she had been doing her best to fight him off not long ago. Had she really just given in to him…like Aang had? His arousal twitched with excitement as he kissed her fiercely, pinning her back down on the bed, the chains that bound her clanging with the sudden movement. She was his now…His slave….His lover…His woman. All his and no one else’s….This was the woman who invaded his dreams, who became his fantasies. And she was finally his. He relished his victory, savoring the sweet taste of her mouth as he positioned himself between her legs. In one swift movement he plunged into her depths, the kiss breaking as she cried out. Her being a virgin, he knew it would cause her pain at first. He had to gently assure her that she’d feel pleasure soon as he stilled for a moment and kissed along her neck. Katara whimpered, her body shaking, as she felt herself get used to him being inside of her. Once the pain of him breaking passed her barrier of womanhood subsided, she began clawing at his back, arching up at him with need. Liking this sort of reaction he slowly pulled himself out and thrust back into her several times, wanting to enjoy every moment of this. Her chains rattled softly with each swift movement of his hips, her clinging onto him as he worked inside of her. Soft moans, gasps, and mewls escaped her lips when he finally reached that rather sensitive spot deep within her. Now she knew why she had been saving herself…Nothing has ever felt quite like this.
Soon his pace quickened, Zuko’s need for release dominating over his want for the time to last. He thrust into her faster and harder, his face flushing and his breaths coming in heavy pants. Katara clung onto him even more, feeling his sweat-slicked chest brushing up against her soft breasts. She moaned loudly, bringing her leg up to push him against her even more so. Huffing and groaning, he thrust into her as hard as he could without losing his balance. Each time he managed to hit that one spot that just made her cry out and shiver, silently begging him for more. She breathed into the shell of his ear, arching her hips up to meet his pace. He felt so good, just oh so good…
“Zuko…” Katara moaned softly. “Feels so….so….” The overwhelming pleasure made her lose coherency as she just shivered and rocked her hips.
“You too,” he panted and buried his face against her neck, nipping at it as he thrust hard into her.
She gasped, panted, and writhed, feeling herself get ever so close. A boiling feeling welled up inside her. As if there was a meter that was building up to some great climax within her. All she knew was that she wanted to reach that point. She wanted to know how it felt to be put over the edge, like what the other women in her tribe talked about after an eventful night with their husbands. As he continued the torturous pleasure she could feel herself building up to her release. Her muscles clenched around his member and within seconds she cried out loudly, her nails digging into his back. Her whole body shivered as she thrust up hard against him, the extreme feeling of her first orgasm overpowering her. Feeling her climax for him brought Zuko even more pleasure. Upon that feeling he lost all sense of taking it steady and instead just chose to pound into her without any rhythm at all. His prime focus now was reaching his own release, and lest her be the only one to get anything out all this. He picked her hips up slightly and just plain slammed into her. She fought back a scream at how sensitive her body has become to him. The chains attached to her clanged loudly with her flailing and the rocking of his hips. She could feel him getting close inside of her.
“Hn…” Zuko moaned, biting down hard onto her shoulder. “K-Katara…”
This was it. He finally had the woman of his dreams. With another moan and hard thrust of his hips he reached his release, feeling it hit him with rolling waves of pleasure. He remained in her as he rode out his orgasm, panting against the skin of her neck. Now…he had her….His seed was now buried deep within her depths with no turning back. She was his…All his…There was no way he’d let her go now. Zuko wanted to feel this again and again, like with the Avatar he had previously acquired. Now he really did have everything he could ever want. Both of them panting, he pulled out of her slowly and remained hovering above her. He trailed soft kisses down her neck and then got up silently to retrieve his pants.
“…Zuko?” her voice was soft and faint, her body growing exhausted after all it was just put through.
Zuko found his pants and slipped into them then felt around for his robe. “What?”
“…Can I go now?”
“No,” he replied rather flatly, fastening his pants securely and then his robe.
She fell silent and instead chose to just look at him, a horrified expression on her face.
“You heard me,” Zuko pulled his hair back into a ponytail and brushed himself off. “Filthy peasant.”
He then made sure her chains were still fastened securely before going over to the door. “You’re a lot better than I thought. I think I’ll keep you around for a while…You may prove yourself to be rather satisfying…Just like the Avatar.”
“What?” she sputtered as she saw him open the door, straining her restraints as much as she possibly could. “Zuko!”
“Good night,” he smirked back at her. “Katara.”
With that he slammed the chamber door shut. Leaving her cold and alone in the dark.
His trials have been overcome. She was finally his.
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FIN
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[Title:] "Trials"
[Author:] kyatto
[Series:] Avatar
[Pairing:] Zuko/Katara
[Rating:] NC-17
[Warnings:] No spoilers really. Warning for Non-Con though.
[Summary:] (Set five years in the future.) Fire Lord Zuko has everything he's ever wanted...except for a certain dreamy Waterbender. (Hope you all like! My first M/F ATLA fic.)
Trials
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Disclaimer: I own nothing in “Avatar: The Last Airbender” nor do I make money from writing this.
Warnings: Non-Con/Rape, Graphic sex
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Zuko/Katara
Notes: Took a bit to write. By request by a friend on a forum board. Hope you all enjoy!
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Trials
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How could this have happened? Why did this happen? Why did she have to be here? Katara finally awoke to find herself in shackles, chained to some sort of makeshift bed. The room was dark, save for a few candles that allowed her to see as far as about three meters in front of her and the thin strip of light along the bottom of the closed door. She could hear footsteps and voices outside, but none of them stopped by the room she was in. Groaning at the sudden burst of pain in her lover ribcage where she had been beaten and burned in an earlier fight, she tested the slack of her restraints and found they did not let her go all that far. With a sigh, she leaned back against the wall. She had been so close to warding off Zuko’s pack of Firebending soldiers, but one of the stronger ones got a very swift move in and hit her so hard her world went black. That’s the last thing she could remember before awakening in…this place.
Things should’ve gotten better after Ozai had been defeated and Azula run out. She was so certain Zuko had redeemed himself and would’ve made for an excellent Fire Lord. Apparently, she and her friends had all been wrong. Sure, he was indeed better than Ozai, but he still had his own subtle ruthlessness about him she found despicable. Seeking resources, he had the Northern Water Tribe raided. That’s where Katara had been when she had been attacked and captured. Trying to defend her sister tribe and protect her family. Sokka was doing the same but now she could only wonder about where he went and pray for his safety. After she had been defeated they took her away. She still had no idea what exactly they came there for and she may never know. Especially if she never got away from this horrible place…The room had a rotten smell to it. Part of which she could hardly make out. It smelled like smoldering fires, dead bodies, and another rather musky scent she couldn’t quite determine…All she knew was that it made her sick to her stomach.
A few years had passed since she had joined Aang and learned Zuko’s name. After Zuko took over rule of the Fire Nation she hardly ever heard word from him again. Maybe that had been for the better. The last time she saw him was when he was about to face his father and she had given him encouragement along with Aang. She never knew exactly who it was who took Ozai down, for she had been guarding the room from the outside along with Sokka. After the fight she hadn’t heard from Iroh, who had been there, or Toph. Perhaps not even they knew? After the fight Aang had suffered from severe burns so she had taken him back to the North Pole for some proper healing. After Zuko took rule and he had healed he went off to the Air Temples, hoping to find anything in regards to his people. She had stayed to help her brother rebuild and recover after the hundred year long war. However, she never saw Zuko again.
Now here she was, obviously somewhere in the Fire Nation. The ship that took her had been on Zuko’s command. Obviously he wanted something from her, but what? Why her of all people? And why…the constraints? It was like she was being held prisoner. Maybe she was, she didn’t exactly know. Suddenly, she heard a rather loud voice outside her door and a softer, more feminine one. It was like a husband and wife having a conversation. She listened closely. The female…sounded awfully familiar. Dark, but delicate at the same time... Mai? The male voice…had some sort of lisp to it…Wait, Zuko! It had to be! She scooted back as far as she could go. Was he coming for her? What on earth….Suddenly, the door unlocked and creaked open.
“Wait for me in my chambers, dearest,” It was definitely Zuko, but his voice had lowered slightly with age and had a bit of gruffness to it. “I’ll be there shortly.” There were sounds of heated kissing before the door opened up more and Zuko stepped in.
Katara blinked a few times, trying to get used to the sudden burst of light that came in through the open door. There was a sound of snapping fingers and suddenly several torches were lit. Squinting, she could see Zuko come towards her. He was a lot different from when she last saw him. Save for the armor he was wearing the dark robes of the Fire Lord, the flame insignia crown perched atop his head. His hair had grown out some since then as well, tied in a loose ponytail that fell just passed his shoulders. Clear as it ever had been, was the scar over his eye that his father had inflicted upon him so many years ago. He was definitely older and kind of made her look down upon herself. She really hadn’t changed much over the years, except maybe grow taller a bit and some part of her body became more defined. Her curves of womanhood definitely stood out now, considering all she was wearing was the wrap over her chest and one around her waist. She brought her knees as close to her chest as she could to try to cover the fact she was almost naked. When Zuko was barely a meter from her she could see he was mildly amused by her display.
“Well, if it isn’t the Water Tribe peasant girl,” his voice had an airy chuckle to it, “Katara.”
“Hello Zuko,” she glowered. “What do you want?”
“So quick to cut to the chase already I see,” Zuko scoffed. “Very well, I’m sure you’re curious as to why I had them bring you here.”
“Very.”
“You see,” he began, pacing around her. “Lately I’ve been having rather peculiar dreams…Oddly enough; they all seem to revolve around…” He then leaned in close so his face was mere centimeters from hers. “You.”
She blinked a few times, mildly surprised. “…Me?”
“Yes,” Zuko nodded. “Strange isn’t it? And they’re far from timid or cheery. No, they have you in rather interesting situations….All of which involve me pleasuring you in some form.”
“Glad you to know you still have your hormonal teenaged fantasies,” she smirked playfully. “However, kindly separate them from reality. I have a guy I like and I’d much rather be with him than be stuck here as your plaything.”
“Quite the contraire, for I do not intend to keep you,” he waved her off. “I just need you for a night or two to…sort things out. I have a loving wife to fulfill my desires thank you very much.”
“Then go ‘sort things out’ with her and set me free!” Katara demanded, glaring at him and struggling in her restraints.
“Can’t do that just yet, I’m afraid,” Zuko shook his head and gave her a rather smug smirk. “Do not worry Katara, I’ll send you back home once I’m satisfied…”
“Don’t touch me!” she snapped and attempted to knee him when he got too close for comfort.
Sighing, the Fire Lord crawled up along her body on the bed rather much like a panther would when stalking its prey. “Can’t do that either…” he then began tugging at the wrap covering her chest, ignoring the loud hiss she made when his hands brushed against her injured ribs.
Katara panicked, looking around, smelling, and feeling for any signs of water in the room. There were none, the room was unbelievably dry. Concentrating hard, she tried bending the water in his body in an attempt to throw him off. Her feeble try was met with a scorching burn to her chest.
“Don’t even think about it…” his voice was a low growl and before she could object, his lips forcefully crashed hard against hers.
Tears welled up in her eyes but she refused to let them fall as she felt his lips against hers. How could she let this happen? Why was she letting him touch her? If it weren’t for being chained up she could so easily fight back and run away…Oh, where was Toph when she needed her most! She knew she was such a strong young woman…How on earth could she be so weak as to allow him to force himself on her like this? Why did she have to bend to his will and allow him to kiss her, to even lay a hand on her body? It pained her on the inside just how weak and pathetic she felt and finally let a few tears flow down her cheeks. Even though he tried to pry her mouth open to force his tongue in, she kept it clamped shut tight. There was no way she’d allow him the privilege of kissing her in such a fashion. No way. That was something for a lover, not a demon Fire Lord.
“Katara…” he said in a low tone against her lips, his hands heating up against her skin once more.
As her response, she still kept her mouth closed and her eyes shut tight. Katara kept her body very still, not allowing a muscle to twitch so that he got no satisfaction from her body reacting. Realizing that going slow and gentle was not going to get him anything, he placed his hand on her injury and focused a great deal of heat on it. Her scream of agony echoed in the room and he used that moment to force his tongue in her mouth. Her whimpers muffled, she crept her own tongue back as far in her mouth as she could get it, darting it back and forth whenever his got too close. She would not allow him pleasure, nor would she enjoy this. Getting a bit irritated with her behavior, he tore off the wrap covering her breasts and squeezed her left one tightly. Gasping, she barely noticed when she felt his tongue seek hers out and flick across it. Even more tears were streaming down her cheeks; she had never felt such pain in her life. She felt upset, humiliated, violated, and terrified. It was horrible.
“Don’t be so frightened Katara,” he whispered darkly when he removed his tongue from her mouth. “I’m not trying to hurt you…If you comply willingly you’ll be fine…”
“I’ll never allow you to do such vile things to me,” she snapped, arching her body away from him. “The only way you’ll get any such pleasure from my body would be to force it out of me.”
“Then I will,” Zuko replied, trailing his fingers up and down her stomach.
“When Aang finds out he’ll…he’ll…” Katara glowered at him.
Zuko smirked, was he also chuckling? “He’ll do what? Hurt me? Kill me? Take me down like my father? I think not.”
“What makes you so sure?” she lowered her eyes.
“For he is already mine,” he smiled curtly. “He’s in a cell of his own not far from here. Yes, he’s been mine for quite some time now. And I must admit, he’s always been a lot more willing to put out. Such a good boy…”
“You lie,” she snarled bitterly, trying to kick at him. “Aang would never give in to you.”
“Oh but he has,” Zuko grinned deviously, running his fingers along her collarbone. “He gives in to me whenever I need him. He looks so beautiful when he bends in so many different ways for me.”
“What…” her eyes widened. “You monster! What have you done to him? How could you?”
“Would you rather I just killed him?” pinning her shoulders back, he straddled her. “Now be a dear and just give in to me like he has…Or else I might just be tempted to kill you as well.”
“Never!” Katara hissed, arching her hips as an attempt to throw him off. “I don’t want you laying your filthy hands on me!”
“Suit yourself, wench…” His palm heated up and he placed it on her neck, a loud sizzling hiss ringing in her ears as he singed her bare flesh.
Her scream could be heard even down the hall, her body flailing as much as possible in her tight constraints. Relishing in his victory, Zuko leaned forward to take her lips in a fiery kiss. Whimpering into his mouth, wincing at the burning pain, she struggled beneath him. It hurt too much to fight…She gave in. She had to. Losing all conscious feeling, she parted her lips to allow him to deepen the kiss if he wished, closing her eyes. Pleased by this, Zuko slipped his tongue passed her lips, exploring the heat of her mouth. She cried out, trembling, really wanting nothing more than to break free of her restraints and run away. He could definitely sense this, for he gripped onto her tightly, continuing to roll his tongue over hers. As he kissed her one of her eyes fluttered open, squirming a bit due to the tightness of the cuff around her hand she managed to thread her fingers in his hair, trying to pull him away, but only managed to succeed in pulling the tie out of his hair instead. His ponytail fell loose, his dark hair falling forward to frame his face. Defeated, she let her body relax and concentrated on the only emotion she knew would work…apathy. To not feel would be her only escape.
“I’m sure you’re curious about these dreams…” Zuko whispered darkly when he removed his mouth from hers once more. His hands pinned on either side of her body, he loomed over her. “Aren’t you?”
Her eyes opened and were met by his fiery gaze. “I’m not sure…I’d want to know…”
“Very well,” he lowered himself to kiss along her neck. “Some secrets are better off kept to oneself.”
“Just as some fantasies are better off left in one’s dreams,” she snapped, turning her head away so she wouldn’t have to watch him.
“Foolish girl,” he bit down hard at her throat, causing her to gasp loudly. “Your mocking is such a feeble defense you might as well keep silent.”
Closing her eyes, she felt her body sink into the fabric of the makeshift bed beneath her. Katara could feel him heatedly tonguing at her neck, his hands trailing across her torso to cup her breasts. She bit her lip hard, nearly drawing blood, to keep herself from crying out. Through all this she would not feel any pleasure nor give him any satisfaction. That was her final decision. As he positioned himself in such a way to give her an opening, she brought her knee up and jabbed him in the ribs with it. He fell off her to one side, peering at her with a shocked expression for a moment. Much like a carnivorous beast when its prey had a temporary upper hand, he pounced on her with more ferocity than before. His hand snaked around the back of her head to grip harshly at her braid. With one swift move she pulled the tie out and it fell in waves around her. Her opens opened once more, and she looked up to find him glaring down at her with an expression she had never seen before. His eyes had a darkness to them, possessed an unheard of evil. They burned with rage, hate, and yet glowed with lust and desire. She didn’t want him looking at her like that, or like any way at all. Her eyes burned with more tears forming as she gave him a pleading look, begging with her eyes for him to back off. However, he did not comply.
Instead he leaned back slightly, sitting up on his knees. He untied the wrap that held his robe in place and allowed it to fall off his shoulders and slide back onto the edge of the bed. With a smirk, Zuko brushed his hair back with his hand, allowing her full view of his upper body. Feigning curiosity for his sake, she sat up on her elbows and peered at him. His chest and back were already glistening with sweat. It pleased her greatly to see several different scars marring his pale flesh, both on the front and back of him. Some of them even looked like they were caused by attacks made by an Airbender, which gave her the satisfaction of knowing that Zuko did not take Aang down easily. He at least put up a good fight before bending to Zuko’s will. So if he could fight with all he had, so would she. Tentatively, she brought up a hand to trail along a rather long scar that went across his chest. He smiled as she did so, thinking she was doing this because she found him attractive, not because she was reveling in the knowledge of who gave him that particular scar. She sat up a bit more and brought both her hands to his chest, running them up and down. Gingerly, a scheming look hinted by an unscrupulous grin that spread across her lips, she took to both of his nipples and gave them a tight squeeze. All in the hopes of causing him great enough pain to make him get the hint. Instead, and to much surprise, he responded quite differently. Rather than crying out in pain and pushing her away, he grabbed her and brought her closer, pressing his lips against hers. Stunned for a moment, she paused all activity. Deftly, she tried again, even harder giving them a slight twist. Even though he did groan and gasp in pain, he continued trying to kiss her, obviously taking pleasure from such ministrations. Very much disgusted by this display, her hands pulled back like he had burst into flames and she sat there perfectly still. How on earth could she fight him off if he even took pleasure from pain?
Zuko’s hands lowered to cup her breasts once more. Gently he squeezed them, brushing his thumbs over her nipples several times trying to get them to perk. She gasped softly, writhing a bit, the cuffs binding her wrists and ankles digging into her skin, for there was little slack left to them. He took that moment to brush his tongue over her bottom lip and then pulled back to look at her. Even though she wasn’t willingly putting out for him, he thought she looked incredibly sexy. Her tan body was beading with sweat from the heated room, her eyes were wide and her pupils dilated. The way her dark brown hair flowed down her back and over her shoulders made her look like one of those legendary siren-like vixens he had read about in the forbidden scrolls during his earlier teen years. And to think this work of art was all his now…He continued fondling her breasts, squeezing them and rubbing her nipples. After a moment he brought his head down to her neck to trail warm kisses from her ear to her collarbone. Shivering with how uncomfortable the situation was, and the burning arousal heating up in the pit of her stomach she clung onto him for dear life, her nails digging into his back. Relishing at the thought of her actually touching him, he let one hand fall back so he could replace it with his mouth. His tongue flicked across her nipple as he leaned her back until she was flat against the bed once more. He nipped and suckled at the swelling nub as he continued working her other breast with his hand. In turn she squirmed and writhed beneath him, her mouth opening and closing for silent cries. Why was she enjoying it? It was torture! It shouldn’t be feeling good at all!
Propping himself up, his right hand ghosted down her torso and stomach before coming to rest on the wrap that covered her lower area. Swiftly he tugged at it until it pulled off her and tossed it aside. With a mere glance he took in the beauty that was her full naked form, spread wanton beneath him. His hand then went to the patch of curls that drew attention to her sex and tugged at the soft hairs gently. Katara gasped, wriggling her hips, clawing at his back to get him to stop. Sensing she was about to fight him once more, with his free hand he continued to prop himself up by forcing his weight onto her by pinning her shoulder down. Now resting slightly off to the side of her, he continued running his fingers through the dark hairs then let his fingers journey lower, brushing over the edge of her folds. Shivering, her face making all sorts of incoherent expressions as he touched her, she couldn’t think of what to do about it. Her conscience made it feel wrong but her body told her it felt good. It was pleasurable to her hormones and her body, but torture to her mind and spirit. She couldn’t decide what to make of the situation and only continued to wriggle and squirm. Smirking, he slid a finger in between her soft folds and then another, spreading them to part her. Katara finally cried out, her hips thrusting and then she bit her lip again to silence herself. This pleased Zuko for he plunged his fingers in deeper and brushed one gently against her clit. She could feel the heat welling up between her legs and the dampness that came along with it. Her emotions and desires started battling deep within her conscience. Part of her wanted him to stop, it was wrong, she didn’t want it. The bit controlled by her hormones and more carnal desires was telling her otherwise. Another few tears fell from her eyes as she writhed, not knowing what to do.
He continued to watch her, struggling against the chains that bound her to the bed, her face clearly showing her conflicting emotions. Rather pleased, he leaned in to nibble along her neck and then trail soft kisses between her breasts and down her stomach. She made a few soft noises and he could feel her shiver against his lips. With a devious smile, his lips trailed lower, his one arm now straining from trying to remain pinned to her shoulder. To balance himself he brought a knee up as he went farther down along her body. Katara squeaked in fear and anticipation when she felt his lips brush against the soft bed of curls near her entrance. His breath puffed against her and she shuddered from the warmth. At that moment his fingers plunged into her, feeling her tight dampness. She cried out and gritted her teeth, flailing slightly. Zuko sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth with a low his as he felt her nails rake down his arm and her knee jab into his hip. He knew it was just her reacting to something entering her but he still felt a bit of pain and figured her nails would definitely leave scratch marks. Choosing to ignore the fact his arm was now stinging he lowered his head even more so he now breathed against her slick folds. His arm shaking from being stretched to the limit and had to let go and instead chose to press it down on her pelvis instead. Her breath hitched in her throat when she felt sudden puffs of warmth against her private area and she thrashed a bit, both from pleasure and the fact she obviously still didn’t want this. There was no longer any use fighting him, she knew. He was going to win anyway…and have his way with her. With a defeated sigh she fell limp and waited for his next taunt to her body.
To her surprise, he pulled back briefly to adjust himself. In a moment he settled himself between her legs and spread them far apart. She peered at him through one open eye, clinging to the sheets, shaking with fear even still. He then hastily abandoned his boots and resumed holding her hips down as he brought his mouth back to her warmth. The metal chains clanged as she struggled against them trying to squirm away from him. Why did such torture have to feel good? His fingers entered her once more and she cried out, jabbing him in the side again with her knee. Glaring at her, he let his tongue slip into her warmth and bit down sharply on her clit. Words could not describe the scream that came out of her then and she bit her lip hard enough to leave a wound. Finding that to be proper punishment he flicked his tongue against her clit, tasting her. All while his mouth worked wonders he continued thrusting his fingers deep inside her, stretching her out enough to welcome a future intruder. Her cries came out in gasps and mewls, her body shaking and writhing. The heat in her lower belly grew warmer as the pain he caused turned to pleasure. She felt so violated and guilty, like the spirits were punishing her for some mysterious crime. What had she done to deserve this? And why on earth did it have to be so damn pleasuring?
Her taste…Her smell…All of which were so intoxicating. Zuko couldn’t believe he was doing these things to her. Feeling her shiver and squirm, the tight warmth of her around his fingers. Her virginity was very much apparent and it only pleased him more to know that he’d be her first. His tongue lapped at her clitoris like a dog with a bowl of water after not drinking for days. She cried out, clawing at the sheets. The Lord’s face flushed for a moment when he felt a wetness around his fingers and he knew he was finally arousing her. Feeling a bit more confident he took her clit between his teeth and nipped at it lightly, all while thrusting his fingers deep within her. Again, Katara made erotic little noises, the feelings so new to her. Why oh why did his ministrations have to feel good? Why did her body have to enjoy it? He was practically raping her! She shouldn’t be giving in! But spirits be damned if it didn’t feel so wonderful…He seemed to know just the right spots to hit. It was the strangest thing she had ever felt, but even still she started to enjoy it immensely. If only it wasn’t someone she absolutely loathed doing it to her and it would’ve been perfect.
Zuko took his mouth away from her sex for a moment to trail heated kisses up her thigh. She gasped and made a sound almost like a purr. Such a sound surprised her for she didn’t know she was capable of making it. When he reached the crevice between her thigh and womanhood he took that sensitive line of flesh and bit it. Her breath hitched in her throat and she arched her back. A soft moan came from her and she shuddered. He did it again, getting another such noise from her. The excitement from such reactions went straight to his groin, making his arousal stir even more. Slowly, he trailed his tongue up and down along her leg then flicked it at her sex once more. Again and again his mouth performed wonders in such a sensitive area, giving her pleasure only thrilling him even more. His erection grew harder confined in his trousers, almost painfully hard. Panting, he pulled back and sat up slightly. As quickly as he could he undid the ties of his trousers and slid them off, revealing the fact he wore nothing underneath. Glancing up, Katara couldn’t help but blush at his rather prominent erection. Was that really…just for her? Because of her? Another shiver traveled up her spine at the thought that even after all the hassle she still brought that upon him. The knowledge that she had such power over men, even her worst enemies, excited her in a way. Part of her thrilled at the wondering of just what he was going to do with it, now that he had her. Didn’t hurt to be curious, right? Still wouldn’t be her fault…?
Sensing her apprehension, after kicking his pants off he crawled up her body and kissed along her jaw. She sighed and tilted her head, meeting his lips with her won. This came as a surprise to Zuko, for she had been doing her best to fight him off not long ago. Had she really just given in to him…like Aang had? His arousal twitched with excitement as he kissed her fiercely, pinning her back down on the bed, the chains that bound her clanging with the sudden movement. She was his now…His slave….His lover…His woman. All his and no one else’s….This was the woman who invaded his dreams, who became his fantasies. And she was finally his. He relished his victory, savoring the sweet taste of her mouth as he positioned himself between her legs. In one swift movement he plunged into her depths, the kiss breaking as she cried out. Her being a virgin, he knew it would cause her pain at first. He had to gently assure her that she’d feel pleasure soon as he stilled for a moment and kissed along her neck. Katara whimpered, her body shaking, as she felt herself get used to him being inside of her. Once the pain of him breaking passed her barrier of womanhood subsided, she began clawing at his back, arching up at him with need. Liking this sort of reaction he slowly pulled himself out and thrust back into her several times, wanting to enjoy every moment of this. Her chains rattled softly with each swift movement of his hips, her clinging onto him as he worked inside of her. Soft moans, gasps, and mewls escaped her lips when he finally reached that rather sensitive spot deep within her. Now she knew why she had been saving herself…Nothing has ever felt quite like this.
Soon his pace quickened, Zuko’s need for release dominating over his want for the time to last. He thrust into her faster and harder, his face flushing and his breaths coming in heavy pants. Katara clung onto him even more, feeling his sweat-slicked chest brushing up against her soft breasts. She moaned loudly, bringing her leg up to push him against her even more so. Huffing and groaning, he thrust into her as hard as he could without losing his balance. Each time he managed to hit that one spot that just made her cry out and shiver, silently begging him for more. She breathed into the shell of his ear, arching her hips up to meet his pace. He felt so good, just oh so good…
“Zuko…” Katara moaned softly. “Feels so….so….” The overwhelming pleasure made her lose coherency as she just shivered and rocked her hips.
“You too,” he panted and buried his face against her neck, nipping at it as he thrust hard into her.
She gasped, panted, and writhed, feeling herself get ever so close. A boiling feeling welled up inside her. As if there was a meter that was building up to some great climax within her. All she knew was that she wanted to reach that point. She wanted to know how it felt to be put over the edge, like what the other women in her tribe talked about after an eventful night with their husbands. As he continued the torturous pleasure she could feel herself building up to her release. Her muscles clenched around his member and within seconds she cried out loudly, her nails digging into his back. Her whole body shivered as she thrust up hard against him, the extreme feeling of her first orgasm overpowering her. Feeling her climax for him brought Zuko even more pleasure. Upon that feeling he lost all sense of taking it steady and instead just chose to pound into her without any rhythm at all. His prime focus now was reaching his own release, and lest her be the only one to get anything out all this. He picked her hips up slightly and just plain slammed into her. She fought back a scream at how sensitive her body has become to him. The chains attached to her clanged loudly with her flailing and the rocking of his hips. She could feel him getting close inside of her.
“Hn…” Zuko moaned, biting down hard onto her shoulder. “K-Katara…”
This was it. He finally had the woman of his dreams. With another moan and hard thrust of his hips he reached his release, feeling it hit him with rolling waves of pleasure. He remained in her as he rode out his orgasm, panting against the skin of her neck. Now…he had her….His seed was now buried deep within her depths with no turning back. She was his…All his…There was no way he’d let her go now. Zuko wanted to feel this again and again, like with the Avatar he had previously acquired. Now he really did have everything he could ever want. Both of them panting, he pulled out of her slowly and remained hovering above her. He trailed soft kisses down her neck and then got up silently to retrieve his pants.
“…Zuko?” her voice was soft and faint, her body growing exhausted after all it was just put through.
Zuko found his pants and slipped into them then felt around for his robe. “What?”
“…Can I go now?”
“No,” he replied rather flatly, fastening his pants securely and then his robe.
She fell silent and instead chose to just look at him, a horrified expression on her face.
“You heard me,” Zuko pulled his hair back into a ponytail and brushed himself off. “Filthy peasant.”
He then made sure her chains were still fastened securely before going over to the door. “You’re a lot better than I thought. I think I’ll keep you around for a while…You may prove yourself to be rather satisfying…Just like the Avatar.”
“What?” she sputtered as she saw him open the door, straining her restraints as much as she possibly could. “Zuko!”
“Good night,” he smirked back at her. “Katara.”
With that he slammed the chamber door shut. Leaving her cold and alone in the dark.
His trials have been overcome. She was finally his.
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